Maggie's Farm

I meant every word. Too bad we were too doped up on a world meant to fuck us up. Sometimes I wish things could have been different, but I still know that somethings aren't meant to be. I miss you, and I miss the good times. I don't miss the hatred in your eyes though, you can keep that. If ever we run into each other, I don't know you and hope that you do the same. Last thing either of us needs is to know one another. Good-riddance.